Posted 7/8/2015 5:42 PM (GMT -6)
I remember the day beginning with my drive to work. It is so strange driving my dad's vehicle and not my own. He has a Durango and I have a Mazda6. SUV vs. sedan. LOL. In the Durango, I feel like I'm going much faster than I really am and the brakes are more sensitive.
Not much about work is ringing a bell. 2 of the 3 aforementioned hens returned as predicted. I almost immediately missed the silence that had been present over the past bit. They simply aren't needed.
I made plans to go to Verizon and I did so. Prior, I hit up Taco Bell since it was on the way as some of you saw me post on FB. haha. John did not need that second loaded potato griller. I also had a bacon club chalupa. I think I'll drool now. Anyway, there were two kids in there, probably in their late teens or early twenties. Since I was by myself I couldn't help but overhear some of their conversation. I remember worrying about the stuff they were stressing. Looking back, it's so funny. I thought I knew bad back then. Nah. Not at all. Hindsight is 20/20 and crystal clear, right? Right.
I got to Verizon and could not believe the amount of people in there. Since one gentleman helped me so well last time, I requested him again. Something happened in the queue and I kept getting skipped over. I got very angry and impatient, which is abnormal for me, and let a few employees know about t. I eventually got helped and decided to apologize to the employees for losing my temper a bit. However, I couldn't help but feel a little undervalued. Upon seeing my account, I've been a customer for 7 or so years and just expect a little more. I also pay them about $2000 a year, so yeah, I have a little feeling of entitlement.
So I was there for two hours and then I made it to the grocery store. I got home right before dark and was still able to get my twenty minute walk in. I half-heartedly watched Monday Night RAW from the night before and went onto bed.
The day started out pretty much the same as yesterday. The traffic right off my exit to get to work is starting to chap my behind. This friggin' city isn't big enough for all these buses. And the construction people seem to have multiple tasks going on the roads instead of just finishing one and moving on. Simpletons...
As soon as I walked into work, my heart sank. The loudest hen of all hath returned from her vacation and the clucking was loud, loud, loud. I am considering asking a mutual friend of ours how I can approach this without being too offensive. It's simple. If you have something to say to someone, walk to them. Don't shout it across the office because I don't give a crap and I sure as Hades don't want to hear it.
An anxiety attack hit me like Hank Aaron used to hit a baseball shortly after and I know what triggered it. I was helping this very nice attorney and as soon as she left, two of my co-workers started making fun of her because of some possibly bad plastic surgery she has had. Keep in mind, while they were belittling her, I had another customer waiting on me, so I'm certain she heard everything. Completely unacceptable. The first chance I got, I told my supervisor that I am ready for my meeting with little man in regard to the ear buds, etc. He needs to know his people are making him look bad with their lack of professionalism. The funniest thing about all this is the fact these two co-workers are supposedly very Christian. Peculiar how those Bible thumpers seem to be the worst people to walk the face of the Earth. God is not confined to a church, but is everywhere. I guess they forget that. I am close with one of those co-workers and may call her out on it. I'm undecided. But yeah, this upset me very much. I got to explain the situation to my supervisor and I feel she is on my side there. I told her I wanted to gather my thoughts before the meeting and she doesn't really feel the need to go with me (that changed), but I may ask her anyway. She did say something reassuring. Unbeknownst to me, she is trying to have one of my work duties delegated to someone else. This would make such a difference. I made sure it wasn't because of anything I did or didn't do, and she said no. I guess I believe her.
The work day continued to be pretty typical and I made pretty good time getting home. When I got here, I saw my Amazon Prime order arrived. I fed the dogs. Cassie didn't much want to eat. I continue to worry about her. Today, I decided to walk early. I loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, did a load of laundry, got the dog poop off the deck, took the trash out, and now I am icing my groin due to all I did (see inguinal hernia). I try to make it to where my mom doesn't have to lift a finger when I can. Now I am here. I had a drink which is nice. Now it's off to dinner.
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